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give you more, but every chapter I do from here on out is going to cost you
five thousand cookies and a banana! If you can't supply that, then I'll
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Our New Lives
Ron
I couldn't believe what I was hearing! She loved me too! I leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. Her skin was so soft, like a baby's. She smelled sweeter than a dozen roses. I smiled at her. She was so beautiful. So smart. All I ever thought about. She loved me, and that was all that mattered. I took in her beauty, her radiance, and her aroma. She was so much to me and more. She was my God. I looked at her.
"R-Really?" I asked, my heart pumping. She nodded sweetly and I leaned forward and kissed her cheek.
"This Saturday is a Hogsmead trip, meet me here in the early morning. That'll give Harry the weekend with Ginny, and us the weekend."
"Ok, then, it's a date." I said as I kissed her again, but this time on the lips. I never could imagine what that would feel like, but oh man! It was heavenly! I felt fire rising inside of me! I thought I could hold on to it forever, but knew I couldn't. We broke the kiss and she walked away.
Over the next few years we worked hard on Hermione. A love like what she thought she had with Harry doesn't just go away. I knew it would be hard work. I was willing to do it though. Ginny and Harry helped a lot. When we were nineteen was when she was most definantly over him. But more important things happened that year.
Hermione
"Hermione! Come here!" Ron screamed at me. He wanted me to stop playing in the water. I was jumping around inside of a water fountain. There was a giant cherub holding a red heart-tipped arrow. It was beautiful. I ran over to Ron, and soaking wet, hugged him, then still holding him, I kissed him. I don't understand why people say eventually, after the first few kisses, the fire fades, because it doesn't. I still burn with passion every time we kiss. Every time I look into his eyes. He really is a dream come true.
"What's up?" I asked him. I was in such a good mood lately. I think it was because I could now look at Harry and Ginny and not burn with anger or jealousy.
"'Mione, there's something I need to ask you." He said and pulled me over to the fountain. We sat on the edge. My hair was soaked and hanging in strands over my eyes. My pale blue shirt had become practically see through, and I just knew my once white underwear were blue now, because the tips of my fingers were from touching my wet, brand new jeans.
"So, what'd you need to ask?" I said bubbly.
"Well, we've been going out for a while, and...we're old enough...and will you...be Mrs. Ron Weasley?" I swallowed. Oh my GOD! He just asked me to marry him! Then he pulled out a ring! It was beautiful! It was a silver band with an aquamarine stone and two diamonds on each side of the aquamarine. It glittered in the sun the was beating down on my neck. It had to cost more than his whole house was worth. He probably got a loan from the twins. But still! Oh! A proposal! I was going to be Hermione Granger Weasley! EE! This was more than I could handle. I started crying. "Is that a no?"
Ron
I was so scared. Why was she crying? Was it a bad idea? She looked so beautiful right now. Her soggy hair hanging in front of her face. Her wet clothes. Those brown eyes accented perfectly against the shirt. When she wouldn't open her eyes and look at me I put my hand under her chin and lifted it.
"'Mione, I won't be hurt if you say no. I'll always love you." I whispered.
"Ron, the ring, it's beautiful, and I would never be able to tell you no." I kissed her one more time and slipped the ring onto her finger. I was complete. We were in love, and now would be married. My heart had stopped. I really thought she'd say no.
We were married three months later, (we just couldn't wait), and then two years later Harry married my little sister. I told him "If you harm one hair on her head, I'll personally hunt you down and feed you to a Hungarian Horntail, you know." Then Ginny stepped on my foot and I ran from one of her tickle charms. She's very touchy, you know. Well, Hermione and I had three beautiful children. The oldest one is thirteen now. Her name is Samara. She is in her third year at Hogwarts, and to my utter dismay, wrote 'Mione last night, saying that she is going out with a boy named Peter Thomas. By her description, he sounds exactly like Dean Thomas, I think it's his son, 'Mione asked in her reply.
My second one is a little boy named Shawn. He's ten, and will be starting Hogwarts next year. He just can't wait. He is so energetic that it's hard to keep up with him. I love him so much though.
And our last little one is a little girl. Our baby Jubilation Lee. She better known as Jubilee. She's only two years old. She's my baby girl, and I really don't want her to grow up. I want her to stay young forever. We have eight whole years before she leaves, and I'm hoping she never will!
Harry and Ginny have a baby boy too. He's three, and loves playing with little Jubilee. Our families get together for almost every holiday. I thought Mum would cry herself dry when Hermione had Samara. Much less Shawn and Jubilee! Dad, he had a little bit better time accepting that his last son was grown up. Now when it came to Ginny, on the other hand, he just wouldn't let go! Gin was always his favorite. Because she was his only daughter. Tomorrow's my birthday, I'll be 34. So that's my family, and now I have to go.
A/N-So? What's up? What did ya think? I'm working on a new story, so guys don't worry! I promise I'm ok! It'll be up soon as possible! I think one of my problems is my birthday is April 11, and this will be the second one I've had to face, knowing that my father won't be picking me up and taking me to his place. It's hard, and I'm scared. I'm counting the days. It's 19 from today. I'm scared. But knowing my problem might help me deal with it. Thanks guys!
Our New Lives
Ron
I couldn't believe what I was hearing! She loved me too! I leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. Her skin was so soft, like a baby's. She smelled sweeter than a dozen roses. I smiled at her. She was so beautiful. So smart. All I ever thought about. She loved me, and that was all that mattered. I took in her beauty, her radiance, and her aroma. She was so much to me and more. She was my God. I looked at her.
"R-Really?" I asked, my heart pumping. She nodded sweetly and I leaned forward and kissed her cheek.
"This Saturday is a Hogsmead trip, meet me here in the early morning. That'll give Harry the weekend with Ginny, and us the weekend."
"Ok, then, it's a date." I said as I kissed her again, but this time on the lips. I never could imagine what that would feel like, but oh man! It was heavenly! I felt fire rising inside of me! I thought I could hold on to it forever, but knew I couldn't. We broke the kiss and she walked away.
Over the next few years we worked hard on Hermione. A love like what she thought she had with Harry doesn't just go away. I knew it would be hard work. I was willing to do it though. Ginny and Harry helped a lot. When we were nineteen was when she was most definantly over him. But more important things happened that year.
Hermione
"Hermione! Come here!" Ron screamed at me. He wanted me to stop playing in the water. I was jumping around inside of a water fountain. There was a giant cherub holding a red heart-tipped arrow. It was beautiful. I ran over to Ron, and soaking wet, hugged him, then still holding him, I kissed him. I don't understand why people say eventually, after the first few kisses, the fire fades, because it doesn't. I still burn with passion every time we kiss. Every time I look into his eyes. He really is a dream come true.
"What's up?" I asked him. I was in such a good mood lately. I think it was because I could now look at Harry and Ginny and not burn with anger or jealousy.
"'Mione, there's something I need to ask you." He said and pulled me over to the fountain. We sat on the edge. My hair was soaked and hanging in strands over my eyes. My pale blue shirt had become practically see through, and I just knew my once white underwear were blue now, because the tips of my fingers were from touching my wet, brand new jeans.
"So, what'd you need to ask?" I said bubbly.
"Well, we've been going out for a while, and...we're old enough...and will you...be Mrs. Ron Weasley?" I swallowed. Oh my GOD! He just asked me to marry him! Then he pulled out a ring! It was beautiful! It was a silver band with an aquamarine stone and two diamonds on each side of the aquamarine. It glittered in the sun the was beating down on my neck. It had to cost more than his whole house was worth. He probably got a loan from the twins. But still! Oh! A proposal! I was going to be Hermione Granger Weasley! EE! This was more than I could handle. I started crying. "Is that a no?"
Ron
I was so scared. Why was she crying? Was it a bad idea? She looked so beautiful right now. Her soggy hair hanging in front of her face. Her wet clothes. Those brown eyes accented perfectly against the shirt. When she wouldn't open her eyes and look at me I put my hand under her chin and lifted it.
"'Mione, I won't be hurt if you say no. I'll always love you." I whispered.
"Ron, the ring, it's beautiful, and I would never be able to tell you no." I kissed her one more time and slipped the ring onto her finger. I was complete. We were in love, and now would be married. My heart had stopped. I really thought she'd say no.
We were married three months later, (we just couldn't wait), and then two years later Harry married my little sister. I told him "If you harm one hair on her head, I'll personally hunt you down and feed you to a Hungarian Horntail, you know." Then Ginny stepped on my foot and I ran from one of her tickle charms. She's very touchy, you know. Well, Hermione and I had three beautiful children. The oldest one is thirteen now. Her name is Samara. She is in her third year at Hogwarts, and to my utter dismay, wrote 'Mione last night, saying that she is going out with a boy named Peter Thomas. By her description, he sounds exactly like Dean Thomas, I think it's his son, 'Mione asked in her reply.
My second one is a little boy named Shawn. He's ten, and will be starting Hogwarts next year. He just can't wait. He is so energetic that it's hard to keep up with him. I love him so much though.
And our last little one is a little girl. Our baby Jubilation Lee. She better known as Jubilee. She's only two years old. She's my baby girl, and I really don't want her to grow up. I want her to stay young forever. We have eight whole years before she leaves, and I'm hoping she never will!
Harry and Ginny have a baby boy too. He's three, and loves playing with little Jubilee. Our families get together for almost every holiday. I thought Mum would cry herself dry when Hermione had Samara. Much less Shawn and Jubilee! Dad, he had a little bit better time accepting that his last son was grown up. Now when it came to Ginny, on the other hand, he just wouldn't let go! Gin was always his favorite. Because she was his only daughter. Tomorrow's my birthday, I'll be 34. So that's my family, and now I have to go.
A/N-So? What's up? What did ya think? I'm working on a new story, so guys don't worry! I promise I'm ok! It'll be up soon as possible! I think one of my problems is my birthday is April 11, and this will be the second one I've had to face, knowing that my father won't be picking me up and taking me to his place. It's hard, and I'm scared. I'm counting the days. It's 19 from today. I'm scared. But knowing my problem might help me deal with it. Thanks guys!